Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Index,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.